You've Taken All the Credit

Fang Cheng unleashed his aura without restraint, suppressing the thousands of Vampires in the castle until they were as silent as cicadas in winter.

Those below A-rank were pressed directly to the ground, their bodies turning limp, struggling to breathe.

As for those at A-rank and above, they stood stiffly, drenched in sweat as if they had just been fished out of water.

The entire castle was so quiet that a falling needle could be heard; no one dared to make a sound, not even daring to take a deep breath.

Even at the dining table on the top floor, no one could escape the influence. Joyce, the weakest among them, already had a stiff expression and sweat on his forehead.

The Lich Apollonius and the Ghoul King each ceased their movements, eyeing Fang Cheng like tigers watching their prey.

They seemed dissatisfied with Fang Cheng's sudden outburst.

However, they did not overstep their bounds; they merely repelled the aura, leaving the initiative to the master of the castle.

Dracula remained completely unaffected; such things as aura were only useful for bullying the weak.

"Provoke you? Mr. Fang, forgive me for not understanding what you mean."

Dracula smiled slightly. "I am merely disposing of a traitor; why would that be a provocation toward you? Could it be..."

His smile gradually faded, and his aura climbed step by step. "Are you the one behind this traitor?"

The tangible auras of both sides began to collide and squeeze against each other violently. The air seemed to turn into a viscous liquid, making it difficult for anyone to move or breathe.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

The porcelain tableware on the dining table began to shatter; cracks appeared on the marble tabletop and on the walls of the observation deck.

Daisy and Lowell, standing behind